In the wind flies a certain degree of sadness for him. The battle field may be miles away, but the deeds done there have followed the men home. A thousand years could pass, yet the weight of their sins would never leave the, always such a burden to shoulder. As much as it haunts them, makes them monsters in a way, they would always do it again. Not for their so called 'patriotic pride', to be a hero when they return to the place where they find rest, but for the men's fellows. That who fought with him, shared many meals, and found a way to survive. This is where an old man rest, thinking back on his memories in an hour of death. He thinks it only fitting to die at the time of the great and terrible battle, the same day. His wife has gone to fetch the town doctor to see what ails the man. As he is left alone with such saddening thoughts, the new world blossoms. The war he fought to free himself had been one, those forty years ago. The repressive government had long since fallen, revealing color and faith and, of all, hope. He remembers the days when these things were exiled, a service only for the rich. As the aged man thinks, he falls into a dream of his past.
A loud clang of metal hitting more metal. And finally, a high pitched ping rings clear through the smoggy air. The workers, knowing that their work is done after the third, highest bell rings, leave the factory fairly quick. A sixteen year old boy trips over his work bench and his shoulder collides with the rocky stone floor. Oh, by the way, that 16 year old is me. And that blow to the shoulder just rattled my teeth. I better get out of here before the boss marks me down as 'UNHELPFUL" again. The last thing I need is a new tag to add along with "CREATIVE" and "QUESTIONING." They ruined my life enough as it was, making it hard for me to get assigned a letter or a better job. I ran home quickly. My mother greeted me at the door with a shake of the head. She wasn't technically my mother, but my best friend, Fletcher's. She said she saw me as a son though and she didn't mind when I called her mom. "You get into any trouble today, Victor?" she asked, stirring the soup on the stove. Fletcher and I had made enough money this week for meat and potatoes, and Mom had some leftover carrots in the garden, so we ate well this week. Fletch burst through the door breathing heavily. "Hey, Vic. I heard there was a dissident in your building today. Mom drew in a gasp and swatted Fletch on the back of the head. "Fletcher Gabriel Anderson! We don't talk about those things where Adriana can hear!" she yelled. Oops. Adriana was our adorable little sister. We could deny her nothing. Unfortunately, she had been in an accident involving the Silver Snakes. She was on her way home from the school where we could afford to send her, the first in the family to get an education. A mind reader lost control trying to rob a bank and accidentally transferred his power to her. She ran home crying, and science then had been terrified of people.
AN//This is pretty much a teaser for something I'm slightly curious about. The idea was floating around so I did a quick little draft. If you wanna see more comment and all of that good stuff. Constructive critisem is welcome.
